The Palatka daily news. (Palatka, Fla.) 1884-1888, 1887-03-24
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1--WE always made It = rs.le" said Q
Chicago commercial traveller who had Just
come in from an extended tour through the
far west, to be polite and civil to every
one l meet while out on the road II pays
in the long run and saves a heap of trouble
But sometimes it is pretty rough on ones
pride, an the sacrifices q fellow has to
make in behalf Of peace and good will are
friGhtfuily CALLING. About three weeks
ago 1 was in Globe, A. II. With another
commercial traveller I visited q notorious
saloon in the town, about which I had
heard a good deal. We went in out Of
pure curiosity, and. going up to the bar,
called for drinks. rough looking man
was standing next the wall, about fifteen
feet away. lie sang ont, in very I'M
pleasant voice:
IL say, stranger, amt We goin' to in
wife me ter drink with ye''
Not happening TO feel very generous,
or like being imposed upon, i said No.
and my friend and raised our glasses TO
our lips. Instantly a pistol report was
heard-a good, loud one, too-which
naturally startled ME, and caused me to
suspend drinking operations until could
recover from my establishment. When
looked at my glass found no liquor In il,
but IL was cracked and perforated A
bullet had gone through it,
- Bartender said I, give me another
glass OF whisky. This is no good
You'll pay for it, he inquired
Certainly said /.
again I raised the glass toward my
lips. My hand was not more than three
inches from the top of the bar when there
was another pistol shot The glass was
shattered into dozen pieces. At this
juncture began tn understand the game.
My blood was up, and l called for a third
glass. 1t was broken as tine others had
been / was frightened nearly out of my
boots and expected to get killed at the
next shot, but i was mad, and kept on
calling for glasses until no less than five
had been broken in my hand. On the
sixth l felt sharp pang in one OF my
fingers. l looked and saw that the bullet
had plowed furrow half its diameter
across the top of my forefinger. But the
glass was sound and the liquor in it,
raised the glass with triumphant flour
, ish toward the sharpshooter and drank
| the liquor. He came right up to me
held out his hand and exclaimed:
. That's on me, pard- i pay for al
them drinks, an now take another will
I me Thet's the fust time in a coon's age
I I've missed glass, though t mought bs
tibet I've hurt some o the boys hands {
/ leetle. You's the fust man tibet ever helt
up morc'n two glasses on me The fus
shot centrally makes 'em weaken lik'
yer nerve, young man Let's hey suthin
/ more on me-
This fellow, who was one of the mos
wonderful sharpshooters ever saw, prac
ticed that sort OF target work every day
( they told me. 1t was his regular amuse
ment Ninety nine times out OF a hun
dred he got his drinks for nothing. bU
whenever he missed IA glass or wounded
man he paid for the drinks himself am
did the square thing all around During
the remainder OF my stay in Globe b
treated me first class, and you can he
other people did, too, when he was will
ne. That man has had several big offer
to como east and shoot in public, but Ia
prefers staying out there, living of hi
share in the mine and amusing himscl
shooting between fingers at whisk
glasses Chicago Herald.